Easter 100WC

“It’s finally Easter!” I say with joy, leaping around the room.

“That means we can have chocolate!” my sister Molly yells with excitement. We only get chocolate at Easter, apart from parties and that kind of stuff.

“Nice, hard, brown chocolate,” I say.

“No! Nice melted chocolate, as melted as gooey caramel!” Molly replies.

“We can have both,” Mum steps in, and says.

“Can we go to see the Easter Bunny?”

“Yeah, sure why not?”

Mum must be in a good mood today!

“Just don’t forget your camera” Molly says.

“Don’t you two go gobbling too much!” Mum says worried.

Bridget Week 27

The Girl Stuck Inside

The sun cleared brightly, making the world beautiful! I wander onto the brown, fluttery dirt. Poof! It flies everywhere like a swarm of bees.

“Lola, hop out of the hologram.”

I slowly step onto the wooden tiles, the only floor I’ve ever felt. It’s so hard to imagine the outside world. Why can’t I step into the world like the normal people I see in photos? Why can’t I grab a camera and run out and capture the moment? Why can’t the world stop being worried about me? For once! Why is it me who has to be stuck inside?

The Catwalk

Her hair is a beautiful brown mane that sparkles in the light. She was one of the best models in the world and was going on a very exciting adventure. She was going to go on the biggest catwalk she had ever gone on. She knew it was going to be hard, and she was worried that the camera man would trip and fall on her like last time. The next day all of the best models came to compete. She did her catwalk and everything went well and not one fall. She became the best model in the world.

Lights, camera, action!

Lights, camera, action! Everything was quiet but the faint sound of classical music starting the interview. The interviewer’s hair was dark brown like the bark on an oak tree. She was wearing the most beautiful green earrings. My heart was beating as fast as Usain Bolt runs. As my very worried face touched the top of the cardboard cup as I took a slurp. The questions started. Some were too hard but I answered them so I didn't embarrass myself. A couple of minutes later the final question was asked, I took a deep breath and relaxed. it was finished.

Week 27 100WC Cassidy

Week 27

I stared down at the hard ground beneath me. I was worried, worried I would never get out of this strange world I was locked in. I knew I shouldn’t have opened that book. Suddenly, a boy had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere and interrupted my thoughts. He had dark brown hair and carried an expensive looking camera around his neck. He quickly snapped a photo of me, giggled then disappeared into thin air like dust. Confused, I started searching through the tall, thick grass looking for clues. I crawled amongst a beautiful little pendant, could this be the answer?

Week 27 100wc cathlin. The lump of clay

I looked at my brown clay that had gone hard. My dim light cast a yellow glow over the clay lying on my desk. I wanted it to be beautiful but it came out sloppy, it was as hideous as vomit. I gingerly sat down on my half broken chair, my worried face visible to everyone. ”It is hideous,” I heard a voice chanting. I took my clay over to the camera. I sat down quickly. It  started the countdown. It blinked. It blinded my eyes. I let go of my clay. It shattered as it hit the solid concrete.

Sophie 100 WC Week 27

I was staying in a shack with my mates, on the west coast of New Zealand. We were on a bush walk with a guide that was talking about the native plants but none of us were paying attention. That’s when I saw it; a beautiful brown kiwi. I got out my camera and took the perfect action shot of it peeking its head out of its burrow. Then, an ear bursting BANG! The kiwi fell down dead. I rushed towards the kiwi full of dread and worry. I saw what the kiwi was protecting. A perfect hard kiwi egg.

Shanelle's 100wc week 27 Hard brown and sticky

Hard brown and sticky

On a hot sunny day I was walking my dog. I saw my friend at his house. I decided to stop at his house. When I left with my dog I decided to take him to the park. And when we got there, I saw a beautiful butterfly. I got out my camera and took a photo. I worried for a minute I said to myself “Did I close the the back door?” Suddenly I raced home but I left the dog. I quickly went back to get him. On the way back there was something hard brown and sticky.

Cara - Week 26

Green, blue and white… all bobbing in a sea of blacknesses. Those three colours hold much.

Great, towering lumps, rocketing up through the sky, while turquoise glittering fabrics crash against pale pink shells and grasp them in again, some bits quite felicitous and then others chaotic and out of order.

So much in that unimportant ball of green blue and white. It even holds me! But how can something so tiny hold all of this?

I hold my pet hamster, who holds a single blade of grass, which holds the thing that creates all…  Sorry! Wasn’t listening in biology again!

Sophie 100 Word Challenge Week 26

But how can something so tiny make such a big impact on someone’s life? My name is Jackson Smith and that question is asked over and over. Last week my pet ant died because I was amalgamating his food with some seed to keep him healthy. Some of my chemistry homework fell into his food and then he died. Everyday at school people would bully me because my pet ant died. He was my only friend, my soulmate, the one I would come home to when I had a bad day. My little pet ant will now rest in peace.

The girl who learned how to cook

Once there was a little girl named Olivia who was learning to cook. She was taught by her cook. One night when she was supposed to be in bed asleep she went downstairs to get another book to read, when she heard her parents shouting at the cook.

“You don’t need to teach our little girl to use a mitochondria-sized spatula. It is so small you can’t even see it.”  Olivia could see her father's head move to look at her as she dashed back up to bed. In bed she was thinking but how can something so tiny exist❓

100WC Week 26

Summer is a hot yellow sun shining onto the beach. But when her husband died, it turned to winter. But how can something so tiny change, and make such a huge difference? The pain in your gut hurts so much that you can't get the emotion out of you. He died on Sunday the 19th of March. What is the reason for his death? The next day she walked onto the footpath as sad as she could be sitting on a bench as she thinks about her eulogy as the day is coming. She thinks and thinks again.

100WC week 26

So there I was sitting at my desk, the usual. Science, same time everyday, doesn’t change! No one seems to enjoy science that much, because it’s too boring...

Anyway the teacher says the word “mitochondria.” Frowns appeared across the classroom, then the teacher speaks “Does anyone want to have a go at what the word means?”

“Does it mean a bolt or a screw?” the boy sitting next to me has a go.

“No, it’s something as minute as a ant's eye!” the teacher replies softly.

“But how can something so tiny be invented?” the girl across from me mentioned.

Bridget | 100WC | Week 26

Mitochondria! Reminds me of one of those dolls that sits inside one another getting smaller every time. How can something be tiny, but spoken as a really long word? English is strange! Have you even heard of something that is smaller than a simple full stop? Literally. It must be too teeny to imagine! How do scientists know what it looks like? They would need five hundred million microscopes overlapping it! Is it even possible for 56,250,000,000,000,000 things to drift in our body plus the bones, blood, fat, muscles and everything else? I’m really confused!

Meaning for Mitochondria

*Mitochondria are known as the powerhouses of the cell. They are organelles that act like a digestive system which takes in nutrients, breaks them down, and creates energy rich molecules for the cell. The biochemical processes of the cell are known as cellular respiration.

There is 1000 to 2000 mitochondria in one cell. There are 37.5 trillion cells in our body which means there are

Little Brother

I have a little brother. He is so cute! He came home today. His name is Luke but I call him Lukey Doodle Doo.

It's been 13 months now and Luke is sooo annoying, but how can something so tiny be so irritating? He does the opposite of what I say. Yesterday Lukey Doodle Do poured my beaming, shining, new box of nail polish on my new computer. Mother said it was an accident but I saw that troublesome smirk on his face. My face scrunched up like a walnut and I stormed out of my room and grabbed him!

Shanelle's 100wc Ants

But how can something so tiny cause me so much trouble? This takes me back to when I was a baby. I was playing with my mum. We were playing hide and seek. And when my mum went to go and get her phone to take pictures of me I fell flat on my face. I saw a big ant. I cried. Mum came rushing out to see what was wrong. She took me back inside. I stared outside trying to find that ant. The next day I went outside to see where mum was then ants were on me.

Week 26 100wc The morning light

The sky was a beautiful crimson as the sun rose, the clouds as beautiful as a lavender. The sky filled with light pink and light yellow. Ruby stood outside admiring the clouds changing in the warm morning breeze. Ruby saw the sun coming out and let the sun's warmth fill her body. Ruby’s mum came out to join her.

”Ruby the sun is so big up there,” her mum said with her smooth tone, ”but how can something be so tiny when we see it?” Ruby questioned. Her mum laughed and went back inside, her dark hair flowing behind her.

My little sister

I have always wanted a cute, little sister. I have dreamt about it ever since I was four but it never came true. Well this time it was different. Last night I woke up to hear screams coming from the kitchen. I stumbled down the stairs as loud as a parrot and opened the door to a new little sister. Her tiny little marshmallows were holding a little sheep and her skin was as smooth as soap. I loved every moment of it until she started vibrating the house with screaming. But how could something so tiny be so irritating?

My Sister, The Beast. By Ava.

I look around, assessing the area, bracing myself for the sudden whirlwind that always, ALWAYS comes. Then,  around the corner she comes, 12 centimetres of pure evil.

Her ratty blonde pigtails, almost reach for me, menacingly beckoning  to me. I think to myself, “But how can something so tiny, be so destructive?” I look at the clashing pink and orange jumpsuit; a dreadful eyesore, it almost seems to blind me.

In my moment of unseeing, she pounces! I dodge her, and run to my bedroom. I slam my bedroom door, breathing heavily, horsley. I have evaded the beast, for now ...

Eva Week 25 100 WC

Every lunch a group of bullies met me at the gate on my way back from the playground. Every lunch I take a different route to avoid them but somehow they always find me. It’s always me, even if I have a friend with me they always go for ME. I tell my teachers, my friends, and my family but they do nothing about it. It's almost like they don't care. I wish I had something, somebody or even a power. But I don't, well not that I know of. So that is why I am always last to class.

different. by Ava

I am Different.

Everyone knows it. I've seen the way that they look at me, like I'm some sort of freak.

I know they skirt away from me in the hallways, as if I am contagious.

The teachers treat me different, too.

”Come on,Marie, write this prompt down.”

I stare at the words on the whiteboard....So that is why I am always last…

The letters seem to mix and twist around, moving too fast for me to see.

I cry out, but no one hears me. The world spins. Everything goes dark, leaving me alone.

Alone.

As usual…

Cara - Week 25 100wc

Running out of the house, blazer flailing behind and backpack hung over one shoulder while I chew on a single piece of toast, my leg swings over the bike and I get going.

Music dances through the air, swaying side to side. But what kind of music? Then I spot it. I just can’t help it. I swerve to the side.

I walk slow as a giant tortoise, as not to drop my ice cream. Completely relaxed, forgetting all about school, and it’s just a lovely weekend with millions of hours to … What about school?! That’s why I’m always last.

Dentist

Johnnie Zam Zam, had always been scared of the dentist ever since his brother came back with his two front teeth missing.  

 “I’ll do the housework, anything, but please don’t take me to  the dentist.”

“Now now who do we have here?” asked Dr. Clips, “Ah Johnnie...what a cute name”. (That's why i'm always last to go to the dentist). “Open wide say “aaah”.

 “Aahhhhh,” I said.

”Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear this boy will need braces for 5 months. See here ...” She pulled my mother over and showed her my dreadful, awful mouth. What’s going to happen?

The new girl

One day far far away there was a girl. She had dark brown hair and sky light eyes and her name was Poppy. She was awesome but one day she broke the line. The day before this happened Poppy was out with her friend at Time Zone and she won a whoopee cushion. The next day she went to school. She tried and tried to get Mr Tiddles. He was a weird dog. Then at morning tea she put the dog poo on the seat that was a whoopee cushion then it went mad. That’s why I always come last.

Being Last

I love P.E. I do the beep test everyday and normally get 10 laps. Monday was the biggest beep test in my life and I knew I’d succeed. I slept in that morning and was nearly late for school. Just when I got there the old bell started screeching like unhappy children. We all started running. I was puffed by 11 laps and suddenly collapsed. Yay new record! I saw mum crying at the door. “You’ve got a muscle tear.” “The doctor said you'll never be able to run again”. She sobbed. So that was why I'm always last.

Bridget 100WC Week 25

Oh great! Monday! The day my lunch is COLD! This happens because of my family. You'll see......

Slowly, I get ready for school trying to avoid the rush of my family.

 “Amy, quick, you’ve got to be out the door in two minutes!” Mum screeches.

 She shoves me into the kitchen and drops bread and a knife covered in peanut butter into my bag and rushes me out the door. I look down at my money stash in my pocket.

Every Monday the teacher checks my bag and makes me scrub it clean. So that is why I’m always last!

LOST! Week 25 100 WC Miya

Two years ago our class was having a tramp in the native forest. I was at the front of the line. We were trying to discover native birds. And that's where my story starts…  walking in the amazing forest with birds chirping. Everyone except me could spot a native bird. But suddenly lurking ahead of me I saw a beautiful Kea. I ran after it forgetting that I had to stick with my class. I called out to my class but they didn't answer. I turned around to find I was lost…  so that is why I am always last!

100WC Week 25

I hear the teacher speaking. I listen more carefully, as carefully as a bird waiting for it’s prey to jump out! And hear “cross country is in three weeks.” Don't hold your breath, cross country has never been my thing, I usually trip over a stick poking out somehow and no one else stumbles over anything, so that is why I am always last! You have to do it unless you've got a broken leg. That's it! Maybe I should just try and break my leg! Actually no, I won't do that I need my legs for lots of reasons!

Shanell's 100 WC Last

I was running to try and find light. I was trying to beat my brother back home to get that chocolate ice cream. I haven't eaten for days. We are lost in the forest with my annoying brother. Then in a blink of an eye my brother was gone. He already started running and so I did I. I caught up but it started to get dark so we both stopped and went back and made a hut. When I woke up he was gone. I got up and started running and so that is why I am always last.

The Tortoise and the Hare twist

Hi I’m Amy and today I’m here to talk to you about my ridiculous, idiotic dilemma with races. I am fast and fit, I am like an electric bolt, but I never win my races. Why? I have realised that I’m stupid. Well I call myself stupid because today I heard myself bragging about how fast I was before the race. I raced Millie (who I thought was as slow as a sloth) but I was wrong. I was too cocky and didn’t race my absolute hardest, so Millie won. That’s it! So that is why I am always last.

Week 25 100 wc A true story Cathlin

Ruby went up to Mr Joyful to get her work checked. When Mr Joyful checked her work he said ”Ruby next week your goal is to write a happy story.”

Ruby thought that that shouldn't be too hard. On Monday it was time to do 100 WC. Ruby looked at the website and found the prompt. She looked at the prompt and said to Mr Joyful

”How am I meant to make a happy story about the prompt ‘that's why I am always last’?”

Mr Joyful laughed and announced ”take pity on Ruby who has to write a happy story.”

Cathlin's This is my happy place poem

I see the Cleanness of the ocean

I hear the faint chirp of the people surrounding me

I feel the smoothness of the pale sand running through my hands

I taste the breeze of the wind flowing past me

I think this is my happy place

Cleanness of the ocean

faint chirp of people surrounding me

smoothness of pale sand running through my hands

breeze of the wind flowing past me

This is my happy place

Cleanness of ocean

Chirping of people

sand

Wind flowing

My happy place

What is the opposite of a... By AVES

What is the opposite of a book?

Endless blank pages with no hooks?

Because books have words that can be used greatly.

And beautiful covers that are decorated ornately.

What is the opposite of a cloud?

A dark shadow, a cold silent shroud?

A whisper in the gusting wind.

The gentle cry of those who sinned.

What is the opposite of an Ava?

A mere impostor, a touch of the flavour?

For surely no one could compare to the Ava’s awesomeness

To do so would probably be ominous

shanelle's poem

What is the opposite of hot?

Is it that you're in Antarctica or not

Shivering, trying to get warm

Face is purple, breath is steaming up

Cara - The Opposite of the Ocean

What is the opposite of the ocean?

Could it be the swerving tree leaves in the breezes motion?

While waves crash to the land

And overcome shells and sand.

Bridget's 100WC | Week 25

Oh great! Monday! The day my lunch is COLD! This happens because of my family. You'll See......

Slowly, I get ready for school trying to avoid the rush of my family.

“Amy, quick, you’ve got to be out the door in two minutes” Mum screeches.

She shoves me into the kitchen and drops bread and a knife covered in peanut butter into my bag and rushes me out the door. I look down at my money stash in my pocket.

Every Monday the teacher checks my bag and makes me scrub it clean. So that’s why I’m always late for lunch!

Henrietta's Poem

What is the opposite of day?

Is it something that covers a big thick blanket over the sky?

Does it ever dare to make a noise?

Hidden away, is it lonely?

Sophie's Poetry

Poetry.

I see the blazing sun setting in the distance

I smell fresh air against my face

I hear the sound of my ponys hooves thundering against the clay

I feel the thrill of the wind on my face as I gallop up the hill

I taste the dust in my face a I gallop across the hill

What is the opposite of dark?

Is it the light shining the leaves of the park?

Because when the light first shines through

That's what makes the day clear and true

The Hossack

 The Hossack

I see the tumbling hills ahead of me

I smell the new green grass under me

I hear the river rolling down rocky banks

I feel the fresh air run through my body

I taste the dust from below

I think I am I belong

Tumbling hills ahead of me

New green grass under me

River rolling down rocky banks

Fresh air run through my body

Dust from below

I am I belong

HORSES!!!!

Horses, horses and more horses. Yeah they're my favorite animal but my mum forces me to ride the poor things and it’s starting to get boring. Everyday I do the same lame routine over and over again. First I muck out Jill's stall then I catch her and brush her. After she's all clean I tack her up then ride her, and to top it all off I fall off because she is overworked and wants a break! Mum thinks the more I work her, the better she is. That is why I'm always last in every competition I enter.

Bridget's | What is the Opposite!

What is the opposite of a brain?

Is it a hand, heart or vein?

Does it help the most?

Or is it just a ghost?

What is the opposite of a annoying brother?

Is it a sister, friend or mother?

They sit there yelling, screaming all day!

I wish they would just go away!

What is the opposite of being brave?

Is it someone who stays hidden in a cave?

Does brave have to always win the race?

All will scared run away, away at a pace?

What is the opposite of a ocean?

Is it a calming potion?

Does it rock back and forth.

Or does it just flow to the north?

What is the opposite of being bored?

Is it the excitement a guard gets with his sword

Is bored all that good

Or is it in the shade

Like little red riding hood

Cara - Special Place Poem

I see my huge, velvet armchair waiting for me to sink into its arms.  

I feel calmness rush through as I settle down.

I smell the lovely, printed parchment deliver pleasure.

I hear the rustle of the page as I turn to learn more.

I taste the adventure overwhelming me.

I think I’ve travelled to a new world.

100WC Cassidy Week 25c

Week  25

Money, it can either make people happy or make them crazy. Well for me it will drive me insane. This is a slight problem because every week my siblings and I get paid $5 for doing our chores. My brother Jake is smart and either spends his money on good things or banks his money every week, but for me once that $5 bill gets into my hands I go CRAZY! I will spend it on anything and everything. So that is why I am always last to get the money, always last to get that rush of pure excitement.

Dentist

Johnnie Zam Zam, had always been scared of the dentist ever since his brother came back with his two front teeth missing.  I’ll do the housework, anything , but please don’t take me to  the dentist. “Now now who do we have here” said Dr. Clips, “Ah Johnnie...what a cute name”. I felt like a volcano inside of me about to explode! “Open wide say “aaah”.

Aahhhhh” I said .

”Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear this boy will need braces for 5 months. See here” She pulled my mother over and showed her my mouth. What is going to happen?

Poem Miya

I see… a furrball and my Family

I smell the… delicious toast and the scrambled eggs that  brush pastes my nose

I hear the… munching of mouths scoffing food

I taste the… raspberry jam that gives me a sweet tingle

I think … have a loving family  

A furrball and my  family, delicious toast and the scrambled eggs that I brush paste my nose, munching of mouths scoffing food, raspberry jam that gives me a sweet tingle,I have a loving family

Different by Ava

I am Different.

Everyone knows it.I've seen the way that they look at me, like I'm some sort of freak.

I know they skirt away from me in the hallways, as if

I am contagious.

The teachers treat me different ,too.”Come on,Marie, write this prompt down.”I stare at the words on the whiteboard....So that is why I am always last…

The letters seem to mix and twist around, moving to fast for me to see.

I cry out, but no one hears me.The world spins.Everything goes dark.Leaving me alone.

Alone.

As usual...